Dolemeck grabbed Derek by the hand, wanting to see one of the famous swords of Charlemagne, Joyeuse. Thankfully, he knew some French in order to read the signs on the walls and menus when they went to go eat. Never had Derek seen Dolemeck so... happy. Nothing could wipe that smile off his face as he tried to battle the crowds to see the sword.
"This will not do. Hold on, Brother." Dolemeck spoke, quickly shadow porting himself and Derek past the crowd, and to the back of the room. From there, they had a surprisingly good view of Joyeuse, as it was high on a pedestal on display.
"Such a beautiful sword... I can only imagine who was worthy enough to wield such a blade. He must have had much honor!"
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